Read on if you want dog pictures. Skip if you don’t. There’ll be plenty of “real” posts to keep you busy over the next few days.
Albie didn’t seem to realize he was the worst dog, but it was torture for me! I am always the best student! ALWAYS!!!! I am 2 weeks ahead in the syllabus, and I always grab the middle seat in the front row so the teacher can see me laugh at their little puns. It’s not that I want a good grade, it’s that I want to make the teacher happy. Teachers are the best people! With their little teacher jokes and trying to make us interested in the topic and hoping that some day some student will respond to a discussion question. I just want them to know I care.
Albie Dog doesn’t care. Albie Dog would probably be one of those Bad Students who sits in the back and only does the bare minimum of work for the grade and never comes to office hours or does the suggested homework or the extra reading (I always do the extra reading).
Although, Albie Dog was also the friendliest dog. He kept going over to the other dogs and saying “Hi! hi! hi! hi! Let’s play!” And he was very encouraging, watching all the other dogs learn how to roll over and do “down” and stuff with an attitude of “That’s amazing! I could watch you do that all day!” And as soon as the other dogs indicated they didn’t want to play, he backed off right away all “sorry sorry sorry, I see you are shy, I will go over here”. He has very good dog-manners, I just need to get him better at his people-manners.
Anyway, I foresee 6 weeks of Albie Dog having a wonderful time playing with a bunch of dogs and silly humans every Saturday while I am undergoing the terrible trauma of the good student in a class she is failing.